For lack of writing about something other than the rain...

10 years ago... 15 years old and in 8th grade. Listening to all the gossip on the bus ride home and bringing all the drama from 7th grade into 8th grade. Evading boys who said they liked me, even though we've all been friends for years. At the peak of my Backstreet Boys Nick Carter in particular obsession. I was worrying about history tests and what I was going to do on my lunch hour. Ah, simpler times!

8 years ago... sophomore in high school and about to fall in love for the first time. Oh how I loved senior boys! I was absolutely enamored of my new boyfriend and finally learned the lesson that all girls learn at some time in their lives: never ditch your girlfriends. Those friendships will last a hell of a lot longer than a guy in your life. Which has proved true, time and time again.

6 years ago... 19 and in my first year of college. About to find out the hard way what happens when you're away from home for the first time and have no one telling you to go to class. A lesson that took more than one semester to learn! Living in the dorms and still trying to forget all of the horrible things that happened while living there. Midnight fire drills, no dinner when you get home after a late class, and random guys walking through the bathroom when you're in the shower. Good times.

2 years ago... In my 2nd to last semester of college whoo! I am frantically searching for an internship so I can glide through my last semester yeah, right. I have not even started looking at my resume and in no way prepared for that moment after I cross the stage with a fake degree in my hands. 

BTW: It took me an abnormally long time to figure out how old I was and were I was in life at all these stages. At least my math skills haven't changed! Thank goodness this doesn't show how long you took on your posts, haha.

5 yummy things:

dill - with anything. I love it. 

wine - Shiraz in particular

dark chocolate (and with mint...mmm)

Auntie Ceil's Sweet Potatoes  

Green Chile fondue 

5 places I'd like to escape to:

Ireland

Italy

Hawaii

Anywhere else in Europe 

Canada. Even though it's cold as hell, I've heard it's beautiful 

5 things I would never wear:

cutoff anything

suspenders

bermuda shorts (I'm too short to rock that)

Uggs with anything. I will never understand this fad.

leggings under anything (again too short and makes me look too chopped up)

5 favorite tv shows:

Friends

Sex and the City

Two and a Half Men

Robin Hood on BBC America

Alias 

All this proves is that TV is pretty much crap these days. Thank goodness for reruns and movies.

5 things I enjoy doing:

my job

reading

drawing

watching movies

spending time with family and friends

favorite toys:

my Nintendo DS, Game Cube and 64 (and my Dad's Wii!!)

MacBook

iPod

A New Outlook on Old Friends

I've been debating if I should reconnect with a friend of mine that I've only spoken to for a short period of time after high school. We connected a few years ago and it was like we never stopped talking. He was one of my best friends in school and we always got along really well despite weird guy/girl tension in our early teenage years. 

The problem is I have no idea what to say. It truly started with a dream I had of him (that was so real I woke up confused) in which I bumped into him at a bar where I was hanging out with my brother and other friends which could really happen. We talked just like we did when we first reconnected after high school and caught up on all that was going on. I don't think it would be wise to start out with "so hey, I had this dream about you the other night and I can't figure out why we don't speak to each other anymore". Yeah, not a good start for someone who's not a stalker. 

I haven't thought this seriously about him in a long time (probably since the last time I was at my parent's house a year ago). I don't know if I should even bother contacting him because I'm doubtful and slightly afraid he won't write back or he'll just think I'm crazy. 

*An hour and a half later*

I got on a roll and wrote about 4 unnecessary paragraphs before I finally got to the point - that I just plain missed talking to him. Here's hoping that he at least reads the dang message. I don't have his e-mail address so I had to contact him through good 'ol MySpace oh MySpace. 

I really hope I can get some sleep tonight knowing that I've done what I could and now it's in his hands. Even if he doesn't respond, I hope he reads it. I would hate to lose a great friend due to my inability to figure out if someone even wants me in their life or not. 

I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. Jane Austen - Pride and Prejudice, 1811